My perfect contradiction, shoulder to shoulder, withdrawn and spiralling down into hidden chasms. Caves where small fires burn, keeping back the raging beasts that dwell there. Sometimes the fires go out.

The door shuts.

My secret with the scarred face, a secret within a secret – a perfect mirror image, looking straight at me.

I know those eyes.

I am writing here about myself, but as I wrote, I thought of three men who have been special to me who I kept secret. Secrets…